First couplet:
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With a Pacific pissant at Myer Kings,
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This is not the Three X mafia, it's not shit in your pants.
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You plunge into the prix, otherwise you will not see any grand prix,
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Just don't lie to yourself that you're doing your due.
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What I myself somewhere believe is not false,
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Tested by skin from flesh.
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While my heart is beating all my life in the lot.
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And firewood must be chopped,
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Otherwise, do not expect a thaw from the Almighty.
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If a woman can go, fuck you at least.
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We anchor, sometimes we shoot in a camera,
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Only I have a cell with a flashlight.
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Sometimes in the jackpot, fuck you with butter,
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Sometimes there is not enough detail for the puzzle.
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My hustle that the bass drum does not eat is the phase,
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I offer only normal ointment,
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The rest of the fuck all at once.
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Brother is empty, give it gas
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And then I'll sit down and give some more jazz.
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I won’t take flowers, you can throw out the vase,
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This is the most juice here, the most here south.
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Cultural is shorter, but it's all a matter of taste,
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For me, your topic is a tasteless topic.
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Oral speech is never sad,
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No underground, no cargo.
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Fucked up from the marriage bond,
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One plus is this devil giving an ace.
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From now on, the taboo is worried if I found a woman,
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Well, it’s not good to complain about life.
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The hurried want to hurry
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I just want to wish you success
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And then everyone hurry up in a hurry.
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And where you don't fuss, I really didn't enter.
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A normal ride drove by
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Reel went to the forest for nuts.
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We removed the normal weight from the cedar,
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On dishes in the sea of Darkin's fez.
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Cables are not fishing line for the local fish,
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Old man, what the hell are you.
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Looking in your direction makes me sick,
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A lone wolf living by the sea.
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In the floor he likes Gloria,
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Infusoria in Louboutin.
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And what dawns are here, what magnificent sunsets.
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Watering cans in a hundred square meters are rolled up, like everywhere on kickbacks.
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Well, how else are you able to listen???
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I'm not sticking a dick in your ears, but from the platform I dived into your soul.
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I ate thanks to the boys for the recognition,
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And tomorrow I will also have a bite.
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There is no thought of just taking and snatching the jackpot,
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My husband already grabbed his, not without trouble,
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But decided by the women.
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Again carried away sidekick,
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And I make myself rap slowly.
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An inch goes from the root,
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Already in shorts the whole closet,
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Who knows, he knows my speech my knowledge.
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Someone puts the back for movement,
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Changes several plans for the day.
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Everything is easier for me,
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I got up and washed breakfast,
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I checked my mail, flipped through the news,
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From the night I chose a twist, which is juicy.
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He drew some kind of mass,
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I read it, brought it down, pulnul to warm you up with something.
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Dinner affairs of life hall,
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After a proper dinner, a bunch of questions.
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I don’t see the answer for everyone here and need it,
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Guys, life is a reflection of a puddle.
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I can dig deeper if only it doesn't get worse,
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If you want to be clean, be in surge. |